Each day hands me a clean sheet of paper upon which to write. Therefore, I would be wise to write without ever having the need to erase.

We have the power of the pen to write the next chapter, and the privilege to author the page in whatever fashion we choose. Yet, seldom do we understand the power of the pen and the privilege of the page.

We are living out the drama of a pathetic story whose pages are smeared with our own handwriting.

Intelligence and wisdom are certainly compatible, however they are rarely seen in each other’s company.

Instinct is all of our humanity being deliberately honest with all of life.

Our best-laid plans are often our worst-made decisions.